Romans & histoires Dark Moon: The Blood Altar

“You can stop thinking your blood must answer every crime your father committed.” Bardolph went silent. Good. The old healer looked at me next, and sorrow filled her cloudy eyes before she spoke again. “The altar can be sealed until the moon ceremony ends, but only if both daughters refuse to spill blood inside this chamber.” Otsana Blackmoon laughed once, bitter and broken enough to sound more like pain than mockery. “You ask the daughters raised for blood to win by refusing blood, while every enemy outside sharpens knives for us.” “Yes,” the healer answered.

I wouldn’t let them do it again. “I need a minute,” I said, standing up slowly. “Stay here. I have to check something important.” I walked out of the study and closed the door softly behind me. The hallway felt too narrow, too quiet. My boots hit the stone floor hard as I paced back and forth, fists clenched tight at my sides. Caius Dren. The name tasted like blood and ash in my mouth. He had killed Lyra Ardenne in cold blood during her own awakening ritual. He had tried to kill Sable too. And now she was here, under my roof, carrying that same ancient power that was fighting to break free.

Closer this time. Time was running out. The Blood Altar was older than the Court. Carved from a single black stone, stained red with centuries of blood. It sat in a cavern under the three moons. No roof. Just sky and stars and judgment. Valen stood beside it, bone crown gleaming. Nyra stood on his left. Elena’s shadow lingered on Luna’s right, even though she was 100 miles away in Blackwood. “Ready?” Valen asked Luna. Luna looked at Damian. He nodded once.

A cold silence spread across the battlefield. Even the wind seemed to stop. The King Without a Heart’s servant slowly raised one hand toward the crimson moon. “And now…” His eyes burned with quiet certainty. “…the Blood Eclipse can finally begin.” The crimson moon darkened. Not by clouds. But by a shadow that seemed to grow from within it. For the first time in centuries… The moon itself began to bleed.

Something much bigger than any of us had anticipated. I slowly rose to my feet. My eyes remained fixed on the blood-filled pouches. Pure wolf blood. A dozen pouches. A dead wolf marked by the Shadow Moon Cult. And Diana had just entered my kingdom. Suddenly, an old memory flashed through my mind. A ritual. A blood-covered altar. A woman standing beneath a red moon. And the same words whispered through the darkness. The Moonborn must awaken. My blood ran cold. “Something big is going to happen soon.”

Drake was still fighting Altair, he growled at Alarick as if telling Alarick to stop what he was doing. However, now all the elves were protecting Alarick as Altar ordered. The dragons and forest elves had a hard time breaking through the defenses of the elves and werewolves who were very strong. "Good, Alaric. You won't regret this," said Anna. The blood red moon light began to illuminate the ruby's heart and pulled it out. “Altar's spell was placed on the flat rock. Read it and say June Hanson's name at the end of each lyric," Anna said again.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

Because if you go negative and full of doubts all the way, you would not solve anything. "Under the full blood moon, the wind gushed softly in the middle of dawn. Cries in the forest echoed and the man in the boat kissed the shadows of dark souls..." Lucia stated the riddle she remembered. I contemplated in silence. "I don't know what is the meaning behind that at all. No matter how I try, I just couldn't understand," Lucia said frustratedly. "Wait... the wind gushed softly in the middle of dawn... cries in the forest... the man kissed the shadows..." I mumbled slowly, trying to connect those words to each other to see a bigger picture.